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Be Brave, Young Lovers, And Follow Your Star.

The Last Time I Saw Paris, Her Heart Was Warm And Gay, I Heard The Laughter Of Her Heart In Every Street Café.

Why You Were Born And Why You Are Living Depend Entirely On What You Are Getting Out Of This World And What You Are Giving To It. I Cannot Prove That This Is A Balance Of Mathematical Perfection, But My Own Observation Of Life Leads Me To The Conclusion That There Is A Very Real Friendship, Both Quantitatively And Qualitatively, Between What You Contribute And What You Get Out Of Life.

Do You Love Me Because I'm Beautiful, Or Am I Beautiful Because You Love Me?

If You Really Believe In The Brotherhood Of Man, And You Want To Come Into Its Fold, You've Got To Let Everyone Else In, Too.